Gan Qing lowered his head and glanced at his phone. In just a moment, there were already more than twenty unread WeChat messages, all from "Yes Zhong Bu Qi". Although the messages were all text, he could tell from the wording and punctuation.

It can be seen from the symbol that the person who sent the message is trying his best to stop her from slipping.

First he spoke forcefully with reason, and then tactfully moved him emotionally. He talked about the overall situation of society, personal choice, and public order and good customs to resisting violence. It was clear at a glance that the person on the other side of the account was definitely not the kid Liu Zhongqi.

"That's so eloquent." Gan Qing thought.

Yu Lanchuan ran out in a hot sweat in the chilly late autumn, and the messages he sent always came to nothing. Finally, the line "The other party is typing..." popped up on his phone.

Yu Lanchuan's breath froze and he stared at the screen, each second dragging on for an infinite amount of time.

She replied! What would she say?

"Don't mind your own business"?

"I've already killed the person"?

Or...is it possible that she was really convinced by him?

After a while, Gan Qing's message was finally sent. She sent a vulgar WeChat emoticon - "bow down to the nagging forces."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

Is there something wrong!

Gan Qing put away her phone, picked up a pebble, and flicked it against the glass window next to her.

The three women and one man in the room were startled at the same time. The middle-aged woman rushed to the window: "Who!"

The small courtyard of the B&B filled with sundries was empty. Palm-sized sycamore leaves swirled down and made a rustling sound. Before they could look around, a man who was leaning against the wall fell straight down.

It fell down and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

"Brother!"

The man who escaped from Courtyard No. 110 was tied into a rice dumpling, with only the frame left of his glasses broken. His left arm and right leg were rolled up unnaturally. The most terrifying thing was that there was a familiar red line on his neck.

.

He was face down, motionless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Who! Who!"

"Excuse me," Gan Qing asked politely, "what does the word 'Wan Muchun' written on this wooden sign mean?"

The middle-aged woman suddenly raised her head and took a breath. There were several of them here, but she didn't realize there was anyone else in the yard until the other party spoke up and walked out of the shadow of the small house - as if to mock them.

, Gan Qing also wore a long hooded coat, with the hood drooped down, covering almost half of his face, and he also wore a mask like them.

Alone... or a woman?

There is an ancient saying in traveling around the world. The more vulnerable people appear, the less likely they are to be messed with, because there are not so many lucky fools and bold people in the world. If unreasonable people appear in unreasonable places, there will be monsters.

Gan Qing walked over, stood at the window, and threw what he was holding on the ground - it was the wooden tablet broken in two.

Three women and one man collectively looked at the movement: "The memorial tablet of the ancestor, you are seeking death!"

The middle-aged woman stretched out her hand to stop her companion: "Friend, I don't think you look like a police officer. Which one do you belong to?"

Gan Qing took out a long strip of cloth from her pocket, which was a bit like the "wrapping hand" in Muay Thai. She smiled, carefully wrapped the strip of cloth around her right hand, and fixed and protected the dead wood-like fingers.

OK: "Me? I'm just passing by. I'm just curious."

"Wan Muchun is our disciple," the middle-aged woman said coldly. "Our ancestors once gave birth to one of the five unique talents. We are taking an upright path and are doing the work of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak. My friend, since you have nothing

You know, why did you smash the memorial tablet of our ancestor and hurt my senior brother?"

"Really," Gan Qing said with a hint of smile in his voice, but his eyes did not curl up, "I just saw a group of police chasing him, and I thought he was a wanted criminal."

The man in the room said irritably: "Who are the police!"

The middle-aged woman waved her hand: "Girl, there are so many injustices in the world. There are some things that the police don't want to deal with, and some things they can't. They don't care about the things that we do for justice, but they accuse us of breaking the law and violating discipline."

, does this make sense?”

"I thought that those who still dare to say the words 'do justice for heaven' would be involved in artificial rainfall." Gan Qing said, "Does luring and assisting others in killing count?"

"The one she killed was scum," another woman in the room interjected excitedly, "we were saving her!"

Gan Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Since you know what we do, then I also know that people don't tell secret stories," the middle-aged woman said, "How many men treat their wives like sandbags and use outsiders as mediators to mediate family conflicts, and still try to persuade them to make peace but not divorce?

In the news, the man who beat his wife to death was sentenced to several years in prison. He couldn't bear the abuse. What about the woman who killed those beasts? Maybe you are powerful and have never suffered this kind of torture, but you are also a woman. You have seen and heard this.

She doesn’t have any sympathy for her if she doesn’t want to put herself in someone else’s shoes? Even without us, she will go down this road one day. By then, she may not be able to defeat that scumbag, but will be hurt by him. Even if she succeeds by luck, no one will

Help her deal with the aftermath, and she will spend the rest of her life sitting in jail!"

"Oh, then how are you going to 'do justice for heaven'?" Gan Qing said, "First help her dispose of the man's body, and then let her go to the man's company to ask for leave and resign in the name of his wife, and then transfer her as quickly as possible.

Property, money laundering, one-stop service. But a missing person cannot be kept secret for long. She is a desperate murderer and has no ability to survive independently. She will have to join you and rely on your protection in the future - her family has a house and a car.

, the children can afford to go to a bilingual kindergarten and rent a house in a school district in the city center, so they should have a lot of property, right?"

"You are so slanderous!"

"The cost is a pack of medicinal powder, a few days' rent, and the profit is hundreds of millions. It's really a good deal." Gan Qing laughed, kicked the wooden sign with his foot, "'Wan Muchun' has insulted all the talents. These three

I know a little bit about the origin of the word, so why don’t I tell you about it.”

"Wan Muchun, originally called 'Wan Chuntang', originated in the Southern Song Dynasty. At the beginning, he was in the business of killing people for life. He took on any dirty work and was notorious for a time. Later, after several dynasties changed, the sect also gradually declined. Disciples

Scattered in all directions, only the ancient killing techniques have been handed down. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a figure who improved the ancient killing techniques of Wanchuntang and organized them into a systematic and unique Kung Fu 'Pao Ding Jie Niu', and established his own school 'Wan Muchun'.

In his kung fu, he is not aggressive, does not fight ruthlessly, does not compete with others, and does not act chivalrously. He goes out to kill and seals his throat with blood." The female voice with a slightly smoky voice spoke clearly and slowly, like a patient museum guide.

, but for some reason, the autumn wind that swept by seemed cooler, hissing with the fishy smell that came up from the ground. "Because he was too vicious, in his later years, his disciples had civil strife and killed each other. This old man was very sad and angry.

After that, he personally cleaned up the sect and established a rule - Wan Muchun can only accept one disciple per generation."

"What did you just say? Is this the tablet of the 'ancestor'? But I see that your sect is prosperous, and it really doesn't look like it was passed down from one generation to the next." After Gan Qing said this, he put his phone behind his back and pressed the send button.

, "Don't...recognize the wrong father, right?"

Yu Lanchuan, who had already arrived near the "Snow House", heard his phone vibrate - his WeChat friend "Big Liar" sent a shared location!

In the courtyard of the B&B, a middle-aged woman felt a chill running down her spine: "Who are you?"

"Passers-by," Gan Qing replied, "it's easy to crack down on counterfeiters."

As she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman suddenly moved her hands - she wanted to close the window suddenly!

Almost at the same time, Gan Qing moved his left hand forward, and a metal object in his palm came through the crack of the window. It hit the woman's wrist like a poisonous snake. The middle-aged woman screamed and the window suddenly opened inward.

Gan Qing jumped up, and the man in the room raised the wooden chair and swung it towards her.

Gan Qing seemed to laugh softly. He had already stepped on the window lattice. He flipped up with unusual flexibility and jumped into the air. He passed the chair that had been smashed out and used the chair legs to push up.

There was no trace.

The sound of broken windows alarmed the people in the B&B. The cleaner and waiter who was dozing off suddenly stuck his head out in a panic: "What's going on? What's going on? Ah! Why is there a dead person in the courtyard!"

The middle-aged woman made a quick decision: "Let's go!"

"Where's senior brother?"

"I can't care anymore. Let's talk about it when we get a chance. Hurry!"

The other two women and one man in the room grabbed their backpacks at the same time, pulled out various murder weapons - including electric batons and machetes - and rushed towards the door.

The door suddenly opened, and the fingers tied with cloth were clasped on the door frame.

Middle-aged woman: "Be careful, she has a hidden weapon in her hand!"

The electric baton and the machete were directed at Gan Qing's head and face at the same time. She almost turned into an afterimage and slipped through the gap unscathed. The person holding the electric baton felt that his shoulders were numb, and the electric baton in his hand was not strong enough.

He bounced towards his companion next to him in a controlled manner. Before he could let go and cut off the power, he hit his companion's wrist holding the knife.

Gan Qing: "I want to kill you..."

The man holding the machete was caught off guard and took a shot of "One Hundred Thousand Volts", and fell down as soon as his vision went dark. The man holding the electric baton accidentally injured his companion, and before he could recover, his elbow suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he immediately let go of the electric baton.

Gan Qing caught her with his hand, and the man in the room rushed over with a baton. Gan Qing didn't seem to understand how to use the electric baton, so he hurriedly blocked it a few times as an ordinary weapon. The insulating shell suddenly cracked, and she

He let out a "tsk" sound and thrust the electric baton into the man's arms.

The man holding the swinging stick subconsciously ducked back, his stomach shrunk, his whole body shifted back, and a kick flew to his side. There was a "buzz" in his ears, and he lay down spinning.

Gan Qing: "A handful of melon seeds is enough, do you need a concealed weapon?"

At this time, there was a sudden sharp wind in her ears. Gan Qing suddenly took half a step back. A small metal crossbow/arrow passed by her and scratched her sleeve. When she turned around, she saw

The middle-aged woman whose wrist she injured had a small crossbow on her arm, pointing at her a few steps away.

Gan Qing was amazed: "How on earth did you pass the security check?"

Everyone in the B&B was alarmed. Someone in the courtyard shouted: "There is a murderer, call the police!"

"Who are the people living in this damn place of yours? Are they a pyramid scheme?"

The middle-aged woman's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the metal arrow on the crossbow was shot at Gan Qing from a very close distance. There was a "buzz" sound. The space in the illegal B&B was small, and there was an obstruction on one side.

Gan Qing could only hide to the other side of the furniture. At the same time, the woman who had just let go of the electric baton took a breath, picked up her companion's machete, and slashed Gan Qing's back, exactly in the direction she was hiding from!
To be continued...